Getting a second chance at life isn't exactly as enchanting as it seems.
Sohee Young, who lived life like the callous person she was, dies. She gets another chance to live life correctly though, and that is by swapping lives with Lina Park, who die...
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MY EYES FLEW open and adjusted to the glowing white walls surrounding me. I was standing in a massive room packed with people. As bodies shoved me, I became a bowling pin in the midst of the crowd.
Who were these people? I winced as an arm jabbed me in the rib and as a leg kicked me in the shin. I looked down—my clothes were soaked, my dark brown hair dripping with water.
Where was I? The last memory I had was of heading over to Will's apartment. I couldn't recall taking a swim—it was still winter—so how did I end up here?
I scanned the room; it was the size of a department store and had a pungent odor. My stomach churned, and I wanted to gag when I saw everyone coated in blood. What happened to them? I could hear murmurs of confusion and shouts. I pursed my lips and cringed at the smell entering my nostrils.
There were people searching for an exit, but most were pushing left. Where were they going? This was ridiculous; the door had to be somewhere. Ignoring the dreadful stench, I waded to the wall closest to me and banged on it.
"I'm calling the cops!" I yelled. A sudden cold blast of air hit me, and I stumbled back, hitting someone. I fumbled to get my phone, but it wasn't in any of my pockets.
"Let me out!" When I banged again, the cold air was harsher. My teeth were chattering, and I was shivering. The fabric of my shirt stretched as I pulled on the edges, trying to stop it from sticking to my skin.
"Hey!" I shouted. Amid the crowd, I grabbed someone's arm in passing. The wave of people caused me to stagger; my slippers squelched in protest. My hand wrapped around a wrist, and I pulled a young girl in front of me. What was she doing here?
Her hair was tangled and matted. Bruises spread across her arms and legs. When I looked to see what she was wearing, I saw blood splattered all over her ragged shirt.
I gasped and shoved her away. The girl stumbled back. With a cry, she bumped into someone and fell.
"Where am I?" I crouched down and locked eyes with the girl. "Do you know where we are? Were we kidnapped?" My throat tightened as I said the words. Where were the bodyguards when I needed them?
She shook her head. Her hands trembled. "N-no. Th-that's not it."
"Are you stupid? We're trapped. Am I supposed to know who you are? Do you know who I am?"
"N-no."
"Are you sure you weren't with me when I got kidnapped or something?" My mind flipped through the suspects, but there were none.
"I'm telling you that's not it. We didn't get kidnapped."
"People are bleeding, and so are you. Everyone's looking for an exit before some psychopath comes back."
Her mouth opened. Closed. "Did you see the screen?"
I snorted. "There is no—" My breath caught as a screen appeared, taking up half the wall. On it were the words: Sohee Young. Female. Time of death: February 14, 13:12.
